Life is interesting

At the fish wheel with some divas.  Gossip by the camp fire.... but mostly excentric. Behavior.
One of the divas  through  her back out during  qui gong. But it was groovy to practice by the river.

The high light of yesterday  before  coming here was a delivery.  His face lights up like the sun when he sees me. We chat briefly. .."next week?... I don't know what  it us about you.... we fit." He says. It is like we touch but without  even being close. 

Things at the fish wheel where surprising smooth. The husband  was very helpful, got along well with my friends before going home to man the lodge while we get to sit here by the fire and enjoy the rising moon.

Then to top that off I forgot to  plug the camper in after starting the generator.  Duh.

Maybe it's. Time to set a date and time for the chat room

Most evenings  are good for me. I can pop in at night to see if anyone is  in. But it would be better to.have a set time and day.

I know now when your birthday is

Because I  saw a post on Facebook.  We have been fucking each other for 5 years. How weird to feel so close to someone,  and not know anything about  them.

No wonder I feel so unreal, empty.  My relationships are hollow and meaningless.

So many people  love me, but my supposed intimate relationships are without meaning, depth.

I miss being loved.

The old place.

Nothing much  has changed.
It's  been busy so I haven't been able to  write.

New chat site

http://widget.mibbit.com/?settings=f7dd98b1e2dec681ceb7e7ec35c7bbb0&server=irc.ca.us.mibbit.net%3A%2B6697&channel=%23caketoo_test

Awww the husband is gone

The house is almost back to normal.  The hot tub is clear and ready for the truck driver....if he can stay this week. 

"Your hair is getting long" he said.

Someone  asked for me not to cut it, I said.

I saw his smile,  and blush as he whispered "who could that have been".
As I signed the check and waited for him to place the kegs....

Long for you to tug, and hold on to when I taste you, when you fuck me from behind.
I love that blush on his face, as i see him tremmer, he goes weak, and stabilizes  himself on the bar.
He didn't have  long,  but kissed me deep. He sighed "you feel like home, as he drew me nearer.
"Like Martha Stewart  home?" I asked.
No he said, like wet slippery,  deep, home. I love being  in you.
A guest appeared from the door. We pulled away, I greeted her with a good morning. When she was gone, he asked about next week, spending the night, and being close all night.

I said yes.....